"What has been done once may be done again, Thayer," he would inform him.

And Clint, not being able to deny the logic of this statement, was forced to toil harder than ever.

But there came a time, though it was not yet, when he found that his difficulties were lessening, that an hour accomplished what it had taken two to accomplish before; and that, in short, Greek, while not a study to enthuse over, had lost most of its terrors.

But all that, as I say, came later, and for many weeks yet "Uncle Sim" pursued Clint in his dreams and the days when he had a Greek recitation were dreaded ones.
The afternoon following that on which he had absented himself from practice saw Clint approaching the field at three-thirty with misgivings.

He feared that Coach Robey would remember his defection against him and at the same time he knew that he would feel flattered if the coach did! The question was soon settled, for Clint had no more than reached the bench when Mr.Robey's eyes fell on him.
"Thayer!" "Yes, sir!" Clint hurried toward him.
"Where were you yesterday ?" "In my room, sir.